Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #56 (11.1)

Happy Hump Day one and all! If it's Wednesday, it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers? We're a group of authors who offer you our flash fiction on a weekly basis, stories from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

In last week's chapter of Don't Look Back, it looks like they've seen the last of Rhonda, and Christmas is almost here. Will there be something special under the Christmas tree?Or will she find a way to ruin their holiday? The saga continues! I have to tell you, though, the journey is almost over, but more about that another time. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale!

Don't Look Back #56 (11.1)

By December 24th, everything that needed to be
done before Christmas had been done. Everything else could wait. Marshall and
Lee slept in after a late night of setting up the new stereo system that had
arrived the day before. Once it was assembled, both men were pleased with the
way it sounded.

“Those are some kick ass speakers,” Marshall commented for
the hundredth time. They sat together in the family room, eating toasted bagels
and drinking coffee, surrounded by the mellow sounds of Miles Davis.

After they ate, they put up a few decorations. There was a
wreath for the front door—a circle of greenery with a teddy bear in the middle that
held a sign wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. There were assorted Christmas
candles, pillars of varying sizes, scents, and colors. And of course the tree,
which they’d cut down at the tree farm the day before.

Once the tree was fully decorated, and the angel set
reverently in place on top, Marshall began to give Lee furtive glances. He was trying not to be too obvious about it,
but he didn’t quite manage to pull that off. Lee looked up from his newspaper,
cup of coffee poised to drink. “You look like you’re waiting for something. Did
we forget anything?”

Marshall furrowed his brow in pretend thought, although he
knew damn good and well what he was wanting to know about. And damned if it
didn’t look like Lee intended to torture him about it as long as he could. “I
don’t think I did,” he said at last.
“Did you?”

Lee smirked, not even bothering to conceal his grin. “I
haven’t forgotten a damn thing.”

Well, hell. That could mean one of two things, Marshall
reasoned. One being he hadn’t been good enough to deserve that extra little
something Lee had mentioned. Somehow, Marshall didn’t believe that was true.

Or two, Lee was drawing it out as long as he could,
prolonging the suspense because he knew it would rile Marshall up real good.
That was undoubtedly the truth of the matter.

Now, Marshall knew he could respond to Lee’s teasing in a
couple of different ways. He could poke out his lower lip and pout, demand to
know what Lee was keeping from him. That would probably just earn him a snort
from Lee. And he’d probably tell Marshall to quit acting like a whiny child.

On the other hand…

Marshall rose from his seat on the couch and padded over to
Lee’s chair. They hadn’t dressed yet, not seeing the point, since it was just
the two of them, so they were both buck naked. Once they’d become a couple, the
sleep pants had been relegated to the back of their closet and were never
touched.

Marshall took the cup from Lee’s unprotesting hand and set
it on the table beside him. Lee gave him a questioning look.

“Wouldn’t want to burn any tender bits, now would we?”
Marshall explained as he slid onto Lee’s lap, deliberately rubbing their cocks
together. He was gratified to feel Lee’s cock stir at his touch and begin to
fill.

“No, we wouldn’t,” Lee agreed, rocking his hips so their
cocks made greater contact.

This was going just the way Marshall had hoped. He skimmed
his fingertips lightly across Lee’s chest, brushing against his nipples.

“What did you have in mind, cowboy?” Lee asked in a sultry
voice, as he increased the friction between them.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” Marshall responded
breathily. He placed a soft kiss on Lee’s chin, then one on each cheek. His
eyes never left Lee’s.

“You feel pretty good right where you are,” Lee said, “doing
what you’re doing.” He rubbed his face against Marshall’s, nuzzling him.
Marshall could feel the traces of early morning stubble graze his skin. Neither
one had taken the time to shave yet.

“You feel pretty damn good yourself, handsome.”

Lee slid his tongue along the side of Marshall’s face. When
he reached his ear, he took the tip of the earlobe between his teeth and
tugged. Marshall responded by increasing the urgency of his frottage.

“It won’t do you any good,” Lee murmured. “You won’t get a
damn thing before tomorrow morning.”

By this time, Marshall didn’t care. He was too consumed by
Lee, and his rising desire, to worry about anything else. Their mouths met of
mutual accord, and they rubbed against one another to their hearts content,
until they found the release they sought.

Afterward, they
didn’t stir for a while, content to cuddle. But nothing good lasts forever. And
they knew they had to get ready for the coming evening. Christmas Eve at
Milly’s. They wouldn’t miss it for the world.

They took a shower together and indulged in a little water
play. Once they toweled each other off, they put on their favorite party
clothes, because this was a special occasion.

Just looking at Lee made Marshall’s mouth water, and his
heart expand with love. He was proud to be seen with Lee, proud that people
knew they were together, and proud to be a part of the community that was
Burnham.

Lee looked up from buttoning the cuffs of his dark green
silk long-sleeve shirt. “What?” His eyebrows arched in question.

“Nothing. Just
thinking about how good you look.”

Lee’s lips relaxed in a smile. “You look very good
yourself,” he returned the compliment. “You gonna wear your hair up or down
tonight?”

“I dunno, which do you prefer?”

“You look good both ways. How about you tie it in a tail? I
can always let it down later.”

“I like the sound of that.” Marshall gathered his long
tresses and passed a black scrunchie around them.

“We about ready to go—”

A sudden knock interrupted Lee’s words. They looked at one
another, perplexed, just as Roy appeared in the doorway. He held a piece of
paper, his face grim.